Page 41 of Wicked Vows (Cursed Darkness (DarkHallow Academy) #1)

Dathan

M y cock is not impressed. It’s rock-hard from touching her slippery clit, feeling her orgasm all over my fucking hand.

I was this close. This close to getting my dick wet with those luscious juices, and that fucking book took it away from me.

I know it has a personal grudge against me.

Earlier proved it. The other two guys aren’t jumping through these hoops. So what does it have against me?

“No,” I say, stalking back over to her. My arm burns, but I ignore the pain. I feed from it, even. The book literally tries to stop me by flying up into my face, but I punch it across the room. “I’m getting what you promised me,” I growl and grasp her upper arm.

“Dathan,” she cries as I push her against the wall. “We can’t!”

“Do you want me?”

She searches my eyes. “Yes.”

“Then no fucking book is stopping me from taking you.” I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, my other sliding up her thigh. The brand on my arm is screaming, but I’m done being this book’s bitch. I’m done being told when I can and can’t touch what’s mine.

“The corruption—” she starts, but I silence her with my mouth, swallowing her protests.

Her body melts against me despite her words. She wants this as much as I do. The fear rolling off her is intoxicating, but it’s not fear of me. It’s the fear of losing control. Of wanting something this badly.

The grimoire slams against the wall over her head, but I ignore the shit out of it.

Lysithea’s breath hitches as I slide my fingers inside her knickers, finding her still slick and ready from before.

She’s burning hot, and I groan against her mouth at the feel of her.

I grip the edge of the soft cotton and forcibly rip them from her body, making her gasp as the fabric bites into her.

“Dathan, please?—”

I unzip my pants and pull my cock out. It’s painfully hard, needing her, needing a release.

The door explodes inward.

Verik and Evren storm in, their faces masks of fury and panic. The brand must be broadcasting my defiance to them. Good. They can watch me claim what’s ours.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Verik snarls, hellfire blazing in his eyes.

“Taking what’s mine,” I say and ram my dick into her so hard, she screams.

The book makes a keening noise which startles me slightly, but then I brush it off and groan as I sink into her wet heat.

“Fucking hell,” Verik snaps. “You’re killing her.”

“And it was killing me not being inside her,” I pant as I thrust deep, making her squirm.

She soaks my cock, and nothing, not even a sentient, evil god book, can make me pull away now.

I grip her hips, pulling her against me as I thrust deeper.

Her cunt clenches around me, and the sensation is so intense I nearly see stars.

The brand on my arm is on fire, but the pain only adds to the pleasure coursing through my veins.

“Dathan,” she gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer.

The grimoire is shrieking now, a sound like tearing metal. The corruption on her chest flares darker, spreading up her neck like poison ivy. But I don’t care. I can’t stop. She feels too good, too perfect around me.

“Dathan!” Verik shouts, and I feel the air shift as he prepares to use his power.

“Touch me and I’ll show you what real fear looks like,” I snarl without looking at him. My hips snap forward, driving deeper into her cunt. She moans, her head falling back against the wall.

Evren moves closer, his face etched with concern. He reaches for her, but stops when she shakes her head weakly.

“Don’t stop him,” she pants and explodes in an orgasm that nearly brings the academy down around us. Her pussy grips my cock so tightly I nearly pass out.

I roar as my release tears through me. I unload deep inside her as she milks every drop from my cock. The sensation is so intense it is pleasure and agony twisted together until I can’t tell the difference.

The corruption on her chest pulses once, then begins to fade. Not completely—the black veins are still there—but they’re lighter now, less aggressive. The grimoire’s shrieking cuts off abruptly, leaving us in sudden, ringing silence.

I lean my forehead against hers, both of us breathing hard. Her eyes are wide, violet storms that reflect my own stunned expression.

“What the fuck just happened?” Verik’s voice cuts through the quiet.

I pull out of her slowly, my cock still semi-hard and slick with our cum. She winces as I withdraw, her legs trembling as they slide down to the floor. I zip myself up but keep one arm around her waist, supporting her weight.

The grimoire lies on the floor where it fell, its single eye glaring at me before it flips its pages.

Your defiance shows your strength. Passed.

“It wanted this,” I say, the pieces clicking together. “It wanted me to defy it. To take what I wanted regardless of its threats.”

Evren moves closer, his ice-blue eyes assessing the writing.

He crouches down and points to a word and shakes his head.

I frown. “Passed? You didn’t get that?”

He shakes his head again.

“I didn’t either,” Verik says slowly. “The burning stopped, and it didn’t ask me to do anything else. I assumed it accepted what I offered.”

My breathing is still ragged. My orgasm was fucking blinding.

I’ve never felt so fucking good during sex, ever.

It solidifies what I already knew in my mind.

She is mine. She has always been mine. She will always be mine.

We are fated. This choice we thought we made to use her for the Midnight Soul Scar ritual wasn’t a choice at all.

It was destiny. Which makes this even more intense, even more vital that we figure out what this book wants, or more than that.

What it will do or be when we complete the pages.

Evren snaps his fingers to get our attention. We crouch down around the book as script in a language I can’t read is scrawled across the page. Word after word, it makes its way down the page and then flips over and keeps writing.

“What does it say?” Lysithea asks quietly.

I shrug. “I have no idea, but we need to find out.”

“Whatever it is, it will be profound and possibly bring the end of the world,” Verik says.

The writing stops as suddenly as it started, whatever it had to say finished for now. It flips its pages over, showing us the blank ones, its meaning and frustration clear. “It needs us to keep going. To finish it.”

“So, what’s next?” Verik asks. “We fuck Lysithea as well?”

I snort. “Not your time yet, mate. Figure out why the book went easy on you. It knew I was bending over backwards for it. It was pushing me to see how far I’d go until I cracked. Having my dick seconds away from getting wet and then stopping me was the last straw.”

Lysithea shifts against me, and I tighten my grip on her waist. She’s still trembling, the aftershocks of what we just shared making her unsteady.

The corruption on her chest has faded to thin grey lines, but it’s still there.

Still counting down. “And mine was about defiance,” I continue, staring down at the grimoire.

“It wanted to see if I’d choose her over its commands. If I’d fight for what I want.”

“What about me?” Lysithea asks quietly.

I look down at her, seeing the exhaustion in her violet eyes. “You don’t get tests, princess. You’re the bait.”

Evren picks up the grimoire, his movements careful. It slams shut, and the eye swivels to focus on him, expectant. Waiting.

“Yeah,” I say. “Your turn’s coming, and yours,” I add to Verik.

“Great,” he mutters. “And here I thought we were done proving ourselves.”

The grimoire flips open again to a blank page. As we stare at it expectantly, a map appears, slowly being sketched into the page. But then it stops again before it’s complete.

“A corner of a map,” Lysithea says. “How the hell are we supposed to figure out the rest of it?”

“We aren’t,” I say, “It will reveal more to us as we get further into this quest from the black side.”

“You think this is black magic?” Her violet eyes search mine.

“Without a doubt.”

Verik and Evren nod their agreement.

“Whatever is located on that map is where this ends.”

“So we keep going until we find it,” Lysithea says, determined, her gaze landing on each of us, seeking confirmation. “Yes,” I say, my voice steady despite everything that just happened. “We keep going.”

The grimoire’s eye blinks once, then closes. Satisfied, for now.

Verik runs a hand through his hair. “Right. So we’re heading back down to the crypts tonight, following a partial map to who knows where, all to complete a book that’s slowly killing our girl.”

“That about sums it up,” I mutter, still holding Lysithea against me. I can feel her heart beating against my chest, rapid and strong. Alive. For now.

Evren places the grimoire on the desk, his expression grim. He gestures towards the door, then points down. The crypts. He’s ready.

“After dinner,” Lysithea says, pushing away from me slightly. I let her go, but reluctantly. “We need to act normal until then. Blackgrove is already suspicious.”

She’s right. The last thing we need is the Headmaster breathing down our necks while we’re trying to complete whatever twisted ritual this grimoire has planned.

“I need to shower and then get back to classes,” she says quietly.

“Don’t shower,” I murmur, moving into her space again. “I want you to walk these halls with my cum slippery on your thighs, marking your cunt as mine.”

Her cheeks flush crimson, but she doesn’t pull away. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you fucking love it,” I growl, brushing my lips against her ear. “Don’t you?”

The silence stretches between us, loaded with everything she can’t say. Everything she won’t admit.

“Get out,” she whispers, but there’s no heat in it. No real demand.

I step back, giving her space but not distance. My eyes rake over her dishevelled form, taking in the torn knickers on the floor, the way her dress is slightly skewed. She’s marked now. Claimed. The corruption may be fading, but my scent is all over her.

“See you at dinner, princess,” I say, heading for the door. Verik and Evren follow, but I catch the way Evren’s gaze lingers on her, the way Verik’s jaw tightens with barely restrained want.

My cock twitches at the thought. Soon, they’ll both have their turn. The grimoire will demand it, and she’ll surrender to them like she surrendered to me. The thought makes me harder.

We’re all bound now. All marked—all hers.

The door clicks shut behind us, and I lean against the wall in the corridor, running a hand through my hair. My arm still burns from the brand, but it’s a different kind of pain now. It feels like victory, and it’s so sweet, I can taste it.